In the south……there’s a saying that you use when you don’t really know what to say.
When you’re overwhelmed.
When you’re faced with a situation that is so extraordinary….you are simply at a loss for words.
And you should remain silent…..and you know that you know that you know that…..
…….you shouldn’t say a word.
But sometimes you have to respond.
So when faced with a commentless situation where it’s necessary to say something…..you shrug your shoulders…..sigh….and drawl….”Bless her heart.”
Bless her heart.
It’s the perfect saying, really.
You can say so much with just that one little phrase.
It sums everything up so succinctly.
Bless her heart.
I’ve said it when I saw someone at Wal-mart buying 17 dozen boxes of Reese’s Pumpkins at the after-Halloween clearance sale.
I’ve said it when I went to a yard sale after driving for 8 miles only to find the yard full of broken down washers and dryers, a stack of mis-matched dishes and one Hooter’s t-shirt.
I’ve said it to velvet Elvis paintings and plastic flowers planted in the ground and t-shirts that say “I’m with stupid” and even an occasional droopy hydrangea or two.
But I’ve never said it to a tree before.
Until I put this tree up.
It was the last tree left.
Bottom of the barrel.
By the time I got to the guest bath…..all I had were four white ornaments and some random letters I tied on a ribbon.
No fancy decorations.
Totally utterly and completely “bless your heart.”
But don’t worry.
I have a back-up plan.
I’m distracting you from my “bless your heart” tree with a little junkspiration.
Springs…..made into trees.
I knew when I saw them they were destined for greatness.
I was so happy when I found them this fall at a yard sale behind two trees and sitting on a table…..
……in the appliance section. 🙂
PS Bless that yardsale’s heart. 🙂